“Oh it’s not that, exactly. We, erm, I didn’t really expect you to make an appearance here on Midgard so quickly. Edwin and I were only just discussing the possibility of you coming here to help.” She rang her hands nervously, sweat forming on her cool skin. She never spoke much with Angrboda but she still felt nervous around her. In her current state, magic wild at any moment, wasn’t really the best time for surprises.
“Nervous? Oh yes, that is an understatement. I’m stuck here on Midgard, ever expanding belly, magic unstable. I think that would make most nervous.”
“Aye, well, we might ‘ave some good fortune yet, lass,” Angrboda assured. Moving forward to the nearest surface—the wooden floor boards whining under the 7'4" giantess’ feet as she did—she crouched down to meet the unfortunately low coffee table and set her leather bag down on a clear space. Bringing her hand to the floor first for balance, she then sat on the floor and crossed her legs. As she proceeded to shuffle through the various things in her bag, she continued, “While seidr doesn’t come easy to jötnar, Loke isn’t ta only jötunn blessed with such skill.”
She started setting out containers, the likes of which each black like the many tins she’d passed to Loki to help his roommate with her nausea. “Now I’m not that strong in seidr, though I have a few skills of me own. While Loki was out there trying to make 'imself a strong sorcerer, I studied the 'erbs. I have some 'ere somewhere to quell those silly magicks.”
Shuffling through the bag for what seemed like several minutes, she finally perked up as she exclaimed, “Ah! 'Ere it is!” She pulled a small purple pouch of what sounded like marbles rattling inside. Opening it, she offered one transparent light cyan tinted orb, “Y'take this and, though, it won’t entire eliminate ye magic, it will significantly reduce its potency. Is useful to our jötunn magic users who 'bout to pop like yeself.”
She kept her distance, watching the other with hooded eyes. It’s not that she distrusted her, it was that it has been many, many years since Deem had interacted with the giantess. They had not been around each other much and hadn’t spent more than a few minutes in each others company, so Deem was wary of her but she also trusted her completely. If Ryker did, she would as well.
Carefully lowering herself to sit on the sofa, she folder her hands over her rounded belly. She felt so vulnerable in this state, especially since her magic was in chaos. In all her thousands of years of being alive, this had never happened before.
“Any help is most appreciated. I fear that my magic will hurt the baby or someone else.”
She reached out and took the orb, turning it over in her hands, looking at it’s surface, studying it.
